The draft for Game 2 began, and the internet cafe buzzed with quiet tension. Rock Solid had clearly done their homework. Their bans shifted dramatically, removing Sivir, Janna, and Ezreal—a clear attempt to dismantle the synergy Green Tipped Bananas had built around BladeSong in the previous game.
Alan leaned back, tapping his finger on the edge of his desk. “They’re targeting our bot lane hard,” he muttered into comms. “It’s smart. They know how much Blade carried last game.”
“We’ll adjust,” Hai replied calmly. “Let’s not overthink it. What’s the call for mid?”
Alan grinned as he hovered over Kassadin, finally free to pick his signature champion. The team erupted in a mix of cheers and laughter as he locked it in.
“Alright, time to remind them who they’re up against,” Alan said, his confidence brimming.
As Rock Solid revealed their picks, Alan’s excitement turned into curiosity. Their bot lane draft was bold: Twitch and Karthus, a high-damage, high-risk duo with the potential to obliterate team fights. Twitch’s stealth and Karthus’s global ultimate made them a terrifying late-game threat. To complement this aggression, Rock Solid selected Evelynn in the jungle, adding relentless pressure across the map. These were some spicy, and threatening, picks.
When the timer hit Green Tipped Bananas’ support pick, Nior hesitated. “I can play Soraka,” she said quietly. “It’s my second-best champion.”
BladeSong’s frustration was audible. “No way. Soraka can’t contest lane against Twitch and Karthus. We need something tanky, something that can engage or peel.”
The timer ticked down, and Nior locked in Soraka anyway.
A heavy silence hung in the call.
BladeSong sighed deeply. “This lane is going to be a nightmare.”
The rest of their team composition filled out, with Balls taking Malphite again and Hai opting for Xin Zhao, aiming to bring some early power to their comp. BladeSong reluctantly locked in Ashe, though his discontent was clear.
Rock Solid finalized their draft with Voyboy’s Singed in the top lane and Scarra’s Ryze once again anchoring mid.
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The game began, and BladeSong’s fears quickly became reality. Twitch and Karthus asserted dominance from level one, their combined poke and all-in potential overwhelming Ashe and Soraka. Every time Nior stepped forward to heal, Evelynn appeared from stealth, turning trades into kills.
A first blood at minute 3, followed by a double kill minute 5 and another kill minute 8. Bot laned looked disastrous.
Alan tried to shift momentum. “I’m pushing mid and roaming bot. We’ll swing this back.”
At 9 minutes, Alan teleported bot for a counter-gank. His Kassadin Riftwalked into the fray, landing a Force Pulse that slowed both Twitch and Karthus. For a moment, it looked like they’d turn the fight. But Twitch activated Spray and Pray, melting through Ashe and Soraka. Scarra’s Wall of Pain slowed them as they attempted to retreat. Alan was just barely able to escape using Riftwalk.
“Double kill!” the announcer boomed, and Rock Solid’s lead widened. Imaqtpie's Twitch was now 5/0/1 with enough damage to delete anyone in seconds.
By 15 minutes, the game felt hopeless. Twitch roamed freely, his stealth catching Green Tipped Bananas off-guard time and again. Evelynn’s pressure prevented Hai from establishing vision control, and Karthus’s Requiem assisted every attempted pick.
The pivotal moment came at 18 minutes. Rock Solid initiated a team fight near Dragon, baiting Green Tipped Bananas into a choke point. Twitch opened with Spray and Pray, tearing through their formation, while Karthus dealt massive damage from the backline. Even Balls’s Malphite couldn’t disrupt the chaos, as he was just out of range to follow up on the snap engage.
“Quadra kill!” the announcer shouted as Twitch secured his fourth kill of the fight. Green Tipped Bananas were wiped, and Rock Solid claimed Dragon uncontested.
The game ended swiftly after that. At 21 minutes, Rock Solid marched down mid, their gold lead and team synergy too overwhelming to counter. Their Nexus cracked and crumbled, and the defeat screen burned on Alan’s monitor.
Alan leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “Alright,” he said evenly. “Let’s figure this out.”
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The post-game lobby was quiet. BladeSong broke the silence, his tone sharp but not hostile. “Nior, we can’t do that again. Soraka’s great in certain matchups, but not against a comp like that. We had no lane control.”
Nior remained silent, the weight of the team’s disappointment pressing down on her. Alan stepped in, his voice steady but firm.
“Blame doesn’t help us here. We didn’t lose because of one pick—we lost because of execution. They played their comp well, and we didn’t adapt. Let’s focus on Game 3.”
Hai nodded. “We’ve got this. We just need to shut them down early. No more free scaling for Twitch and Karthus.”
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Alan pulled up the draft tool, his mind racing through potential strategies. He could sense the tension easing slightly as the team began brainstorming. They had one game left to prove themselves.
“Let’s make it count,” Alan said, determination hardening his voice.
The finals were down to a single game, and Green Tipped Bananas weren’t going down without a fight.